Page 50 of Far From Sherwood Forest

He gasps, his body still shaking. But through the tremors, he manages a soft, unsteady whisper. “Henry?”

I pause what I’m doing, about to pour the rest of the lube on my cock. “What?” I ask, my impatience coming through with the question.

“Condom?”

Fuck.

Considering we came from a place before condoms existed, I admittedly didn’t expect us to use one.

“I’ve been tested,” I tell him honestly. “I’m negative.”

Ivy may have convinced me—more like coerced me—into seeing a doctor after I told her the kind of place I came from. I had all sorts of blood work done and tests ran, and I haven’t been to a doctor since because I fucking hate them like I do most people.

“I’m negative too.” He turns his head to the side so thatI can see the shaky frown on his face. I hate it. I want his pleasure there instead. “But…I…” He swallows hard. “Just in case. Please?”

Something heavy sinks all the way down into my stomach.

“I don’t have one.”

“My back pocket.”

I can’t help but grin as relief crashes through me. I immediately reach down to grab it out of the back pocket of his jeans.

“Someone’s been prepared. Just couldn’t wait to be fucked, huh?”

“Been fucking dying for you, Henry.”

I rip open the package and nearly drop it at the intensity of those words.

And then he opens his mouth again.

“Been waiting for you to get your head out of your ass.”

I smack him onhisass with an open palm so hard that the sound rings out and echoes through the trees. His sharp cry follows as I dig my nails into his flesh, determined to leave as many marks on him as I can. Since this can only happen once.

“You’re really fucking lucky I’m not shoving my bare cock in you after that, Robin.” I dig my nails in a little deeper until he whimpers. “You’re lucky I actually give a shit about some things.”

I release him and roll the condom onto my dick that’s still hard and desperate to be inside him and then squeeze out the rest of the lube, coating the condom.

“I wanted to feel you and only you. But I’ll take this too.”

Holding my cock, I place the head against his hole and slowly start pushing against his rim. I feel when his body tenses, his muscles taut.

“Relax,” I whisper in his ear as I reach around him and grip his length, stroking him and licking up the side of his neck.

He does, and the crown of my cock slips past the tight ring of muscle. The moment it does, I bite down in the last place my tongue was, the spot on his neck just below his ear. It helps to muffle the roar that rips its way up my throat.

Robin gasps loudly, and his hands fist the front of my jacket again as I start to inch my way deeper inside him.

“Wait.” The word comes out as a sob, and he whimpers. His shakes are worse than ever as he tries to hold me back with his hands against my stomach. “Please. Wait. Just…just give me a m-minute.”

He’s in pain, his cock starting to soften in my hand. There may be a part of me that still wants to hurt him, but…

Thisis not how I want to hurt him.

I want him to feel as good as I feel, and that’s honestly fucking me up. I want his pleasure. I want to wrench every last ounce of it out of him until he’s screaming my name again. Until he can’t walk straight. Until he’s completely ruined.

I lick up the side of his neck again and nip at his ear, giving him time to adjust even though all I want to do is slam balls deep into him.